Art: Nudist

Twelve years ago a sandy-haired German with vast feet and an enormous
nose shuffled into the Manhattan gallery of Erhard Weyhe. He was, he
said, a baker by trade. His name was Emil Ganso and he had a portfolio
of drawings to show. Dealer Weyhe did not think the pictures were good
enough for an immediate exhibition. Nevertheless he signed Baker Ganso
to a long contract, gave him a small weekly allowance on which to live while
he went on painting. It was a shrewd investment. Proudly last week Dealer
Weyhe gave his protégé an...